Track Title:               Bring the Noise
Album Title:               The Promised Land (disc 2)

Prime Artist:              Public Enemy
Producer:                  Carl Ryder
Producer:                  Hank Shocklee
Written by:                Hank Shocklee

Written by:                E. Sadler
Written by:                C. Ridenhour
Lyrics:
  Bass! How low can you go?
  Death row what a brother knows
  Once again, back is the incredible
  The rhyme animal
  The incredible D. Public Enemy number one
  Five-O said "Freeze!" and I got numb
  Can't I tell 'em that I really never had a gun?
  But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun
  Now they got me in a cell 'cause my records they sell
  'Cause a brother like me said "Well
  Farrakhan's a prophet and I think you ought to listen to
  What he can say to you, what you ought to do"
  Follow for now, power to the people say,
  "Make a miracle. D, pump the lyrical"
  Black is back, all in, we're gonna win
  Check it out, yeah y'all, here we go again
  Chorus
  Turn it up! Bring tha noize!
  Never badder than bad 'cause the brother is madder than mad
  At the fact that's corrupt as a senator
  Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope
  'Cause the beats in the lines are so dope
  Listen for lessons I'm saying inside music
  that the critics are blasting me for
  They'll never care for the brothers and sisters
  now across the country has us up for the war
  We got to demonstrate, come on now, they're gonna have to wait
  Till we get it right
  Radio Stations I question their blackness
  They call themselves black, but we'll see if they play this
  Chorus
  Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me
  My deejay is warm, he's X, I call him Norm, ya know
  He can cut a record from side to side
  So what, the ride, the glide
  should be much safer than a suicide
  Soul control, beat is the father of your rock'n'roll
  Music for whatcha, for whichin', you call a band, man
  Makin' a music, abuse it, but you can't do it, ya know
  You call 'em demos, but we ride limos, too
  Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you
  Beat is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono
  Run DMC first said a deejay could be a band
  Stand on its feet, get you out your seat
  Beat is for Eric B, and L.L. as well, hell
  Wax is for Anthrax, still it can rock bells
  Ever forever, universal, it will sell
  Time for me to exit, Terminator X-it
  Chorus
  From coast to coast, so you stop being like a comatose
  'Stand, my man? The beat's the same with a boast dose
  Rock with some pizzazz, it will last why you ask?
  Roll with the rock stars, still never get accepted as
  We got to pleed the fifth, we can investigate
  Don't need to wait, get the record straight
  Hey, posse's in effect, got the Flavor Terminator
  X to sign checks, play to get paid
  We got to check it out down on the avenue
  A magazine or two is dissing me and dissing you
  Yeah, I'm telling you


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